No one else could.
Raven looked like she was going to keep on fighting him, but all of a sudden, she stopped and collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing. When she pulled her hands away from him, he let her.
She covered her face, and he let her just cry alone for a few minutes, but watching her broke his heart.
There was no way he was going to let Raven be alone, not anymore. She would always have him. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close, breathing in her soft scent and just flooding all his senses with his woman.
He’d protect her. She was his now.
There was no turning back.
Chapter Twelve
Raven stared across the bed at Carlos.
He hadn’t forced her to make any more confessions. She knew what he was trying to do, but it wasn’t going to work. Nothing was going to change the fact that she was the one who hurt Ava.
On Smokey’s orders.
She didn’t fight him.
Why would she question him?
“I can hear you still thinking from here.”
She lifted her head and saw Carlos’s gaze on her. Raven didn’t even recall looking away from him.
“I should have questioned him, even if it meant taking my patch.”
“Hindsight is a pain in the ass,” Carlos said. “There are a lot of things we’d all do differently, Raven. You can’t keep carrying around this guilt.”
“But Ava—”
“I’ve seen Ava,” Carlos said, reaching out and cupping her face. “She has been trying to get close to you again.”
“She doesn’t need to get close to me.”
He chuckled. “Have you thought that after she witnessed you get beaten black and blue, that maybe she’s feeling guilty herself?” Carlos asked.
Raven shook her head. “No. She has nothing to feel guilty about. I would gladly die for her.”
Carlos tutted. “No, you don’t. You do not get to die for anyone.”
She went to open her mouth to tell him that she could give her life for whatever she fancied, but he stopped her by taking possession of her lips and kissing her.
Raven moaned as his tongue traced across her lips. He let go of her face and grabbed the blanket, slowly pushing it down her body until it was nearly off the bed.
She wore an old shirt and a pair of shorts.
Carlos got rid of them quickly, and as he tore at her clothes, she attacked his, trying to get him naked. The moment they were, she wrapped her fingers around his length, and he groaned. She worked from the base up to the tip and back down again.
He shoved her hand out of the way, pressed a kiss to her lips, and moved his hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
She gasped as he slid a single finger inside her core, pumping it in and out. Then he pulled all the way out of her, drawing his finger toward her clit and circling the nub.
A whimper escaped her.
He slid back and forth, then added a second finger as he pumped inside her, but it wasn’t enough.
“Please,” she said.
“You want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He stopped touching her for several seconds but soon replaced his fingers with his cock.
“Look at us,” he said.
She stared down at his cock poised just at her entrance. Swollen, thick, and then she cried out as he sank deep inside her, going in inch by inch, fucking her long and thick.
Each time he appeared, she saw that his length was slick with her arousal.
Another cry spilled from her lips as he started to take her.
He’d already stopped holding his dick, and now he grabbed her hands and pressed them to the bed. His lips were on hers as he drove deep inside her.
Raven loved fucking Carlos. She loved being around him.
Not just because of him being the only person who seemed to understand her, but he was … different.
He was all man, and no matter how hard she pushed, he never gave up. Carlos stood toe to toe with her at every single turn. He made her question herself, but he was also a lot of fun to hang around with.
She couldn’t even believe that she was thinking of how much she enjoyed being near him, but she was.
He was…
There were no words.
He wasn’t like the guys at the club, and that was a relief because those guys, she adored them like they were her brothers. There was no romantic feeling toward them at all.
Carlos, she was … attracted to. The first real guy she had ever been attracted to.
A cry escaped her as he suddenly pulled out. Raven shook as he grabbed her hips and moved her.
Once he had her on her knees, Carlos pressed his palm to her back, and she sank down so her ass was still up in the air.
“Now this has got to be one of my top five best views,” Carlos said. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass.